"how could you do that?"
i've heard this phrase
almost a million times.
if the stars in the sky
were countable,
at least that's how many
ways my heart died.
"you're way too wicked,"
disappointing snickers,
with their heavy sighs.
a pang of guilt has entered
my little peaceful land,
where in order to save it,
i must live what has done
"why did you do it?"
my expression remain blank,
"i don't know, but maybe i just
want myself back"
i know i'm wicked for letting him go,
he's good, he's smart,
he's all that cards to play
still, i have the ace,
and i never really planned to stay
yes, i'm wicked, i'll give you that.
but it's never my intention
to hurt anyone
i'm wicked in the eyes of everyone,
i know the consequences of my actions;
and i'll try to live with that
YOU ARE READING
Carpe Diem
Poetry"Carpe Diem (Seize the Day)" is a collection of poems that resided within the hellfire mind, in the pitts of oblivion, of a monster who's confused and longing for a ray of light.
